Incest/Taboo The Devil's Pact

"You beautiful sluts!" Mistress moaned. "Yes, yes! You're making me feel so happy! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!"

Mistress shuddered behind Desiree. She was so beautiful as she came. I released her nipple, staring into Mistress's face, loving the delight. She thrust her dildo deep into Desiree's pussy, her fingers dug into my bride-to-be's hips.

"Was that wonderful, Mistress?"

"Yes," she answered, a happy smile on her face. "Oh, that was wonderful, Desiree. You pleased me."

"And you blessed me, mi Reina," Desiree said, lifting her head, her face flushed from her pleasure. She shivered as Mistress pulled her dildo out of my bride's cunt.

"My naughty filly," Master said as he wrapped his arms around Mistress and kissed her on the lips.

I smiled. They loved each other so much, and it was always beautiful to watch them together. Desiree grasped my hands, kissed my knuckles. I turned to her and smiled. I hoped I loved Desiree as much as Mistress loved Master.

As I stared into Desiree's eyes, I knew I did. I knew my subconscious was wrong to object to our union. I had nothing to be afraid of. Desiree loved me. I loved her. And we would serve Master and Mistress for ever and ever.

Smiling, my bride and I turned back to face Daisy. Her blue eyes sparkled with desire, and her cheeks were rosy-red. She mouthed, "That was hot."

I nodded vigorously.

"Ready?" she whispered.

I glanced at Desiree and nodded again.

"With the brides blessed," Daisy said loudly to the congregation, "it is time for these two to be united in blessed matrimony." Her eyes turned to me, Master's cum trickling out of my cunt. "Do you, Alison Hertz, take Desiree de la Fuente to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, to cherish her, and to share her with your Gods as your slut-wife for so long as you both shall live?"

"I do," I happily vowed, my eyes misting with tears as I stared into Desiree's beautiful, brown depths. Tears glistened on her dark eyelashes. Desiree gently slid the gold wedding band down my finger, pushing it next to my engagement ring.

Xiu slipped me Desiree's wedding band.

Daisy continued, "Do you, Desiree de la Fuente, take Alison Hertz to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love her, to cherish her, and to share her with your Gods as your slut-wife for so long as you both shall live?

"I do!" Desiree proclaimed confidently.

Hand shaking, I brought the ring to her finger. I slipped it on slowly, my pussy clenching in excitement as the ring sealed us.

"Then by the powers invested in me by our Living Gods and the State of Washington, I pronounce you slut-wives! You may now kiss each other."

A wonderful surge of emotions, so many it was hard to tell what they all were. A mix of elation, joy, happiness, awe, and delight all lifted through me as Desiree cupped my face and lowered her lips to mine.

My bride kissed me.

Her lips felt wonderful, soft and wet, and her tongue was gentle as it slipped into my mouth. She tasted sweet. I caressed her silky cheek. Our passion grew as we kissed, the blood pounding through my body, drowning out the cheering congregation. Her leg slipped between my thighs. I shuddered as it rubbed against my dripping pussy.

Burning with passion, I pushed my leg between my wife's thighs and delighted in the wet warmth of her pussy pressing on me. We rubbed against each other as we kissed, humping, grinding, sliding our aching clits on each other's flesh. Our kiss deepened, tongue caressing as we celebrated our union.

She was my wife. Mine.

Tears burned in my eyes as my hand slipped down to her breast, squeezing her soft, firm tit. Then pinching her nipple between my fingers, rolling it, loving how it felt. Desiree groaned into the kiss, humping her pussy harder against my thigh.

Desiree's hand gripped the back of my head, pulling me tight into her lips. Her other hand slipped down my back and squeezed my ass. I rubbed my cunt harder on her thigh, my clit delightfully caressing her silken skin, pleasure sparking through me.

Her tongue withdrew from my mouth. I pursued her with my pierced tongue into her mouth. She tasted so sweet.

Her hips rotated, rubbing her sticky juices all over my thigh as we humped together. Her clit pressed hard against my flesh, and I knew Desiree was experiencing as much pleasure as I felt. I flexed my ass, sliding my pussy up and down on her silky leg faster and faster. Then I felt something brush my asshole.

My naughty, delightful, wonderful bride.

Her finger circled my asshole, teasing my puckered opening. Then she pushed her digit inside my bowels. I groaned into my wife's lips, the intrusion driving my hips to fuck my pussy harder against her thigh. I had to return the favor.

I kneaded her tit with one hand. I took my other and found her ample, Latina ass. I gave her plump cheeks a squeeze before I dove into her crack and found her velvety asshole. My finger jammed past her clenching ring and was engulfed by her tight ass.

She moaned into my kiss as my finger pumped in and out of her bowels, matching the plunge of her finger in mine. Such wonderful, delightful, burning pleasure surged through me as I kissed my bride so hard.

Then I slipped a second finger into her asshole.

"Mi Sirenita," she moaned, breaking our kiss for a moment, her ass clenching on my fingers.

Her pussy ground so hard on my thigh with two fingers reaming her tight ass. But she couldn't be outdone. I gasped as a second digit pressed into my bowels, increasing the burning friction flooding to my pussy. We both groaned into our kiss, pumping our fingers rapidly in each other's asses, building the pleasure in our pussies.

I burned. My pussy clenched as my clit and labia rubbed on her silky thighs.

"Oh, Desiree," I moaned, my head snapping back. "So good. I'm going to cum on your thigh. My sexy bride."

"Yes, yes, yes," she gasped. Her neck arched, her breasts pressing into my tits. "I want that. Cum for me, mi Sirenita."

Her bowels clenched hard on my fingers as I pumped them rapidly in and out of her asshole. More and more of her juices coated my thighs as the pleasure between the pair of us swelled. We both groaned, trembling, driving each other closer and closer to erupting, to shuddering and coming hard on each other's thighs.

My clit throbbed every time I humped my hips, sliding it against her silky thigh. The pleasure tingled my nub. It made me groan, my head swaying as the pleasure swelled through me. I groaned, eyes fluttering as the delight built in me.

"Desiree," I moaned, my asshole burning with friction. "I... I..."

"Yes, yes, cum, my new bride!"

"Desiree!"

My bowels spasmed on her finger. My pussy clenched and then the juices gushed out of my cunt, splattering her thighs. I writhed against her as the pleasure washed through her, cumming with my bride for the first time. My new wife.

The woman I loved.

"Mi Sirenita," she moaned, joining me a moment later, her voice singing out, so beautiful, so perfect. She was wonderful

Her hot juices splashed on my thigh. They dribbled down my leg to my knees as we both shuddered and writhed, holding each other as our pleasure peaked. We moaned, nuzzling our cheeks together, holding each other.

My bride. My wife. How wonderful.

"I love you," I whispered into her ear.

And then I heard the cheering and clapping. Everyone had been watching us. That sent another hot flutter through me, a mini-orgasm rippling through my depths as I looked at all the people celebrating our union. Dad sat in the front row. He smiled at me, pride shining in his eyes. A delighted thrill spread through my body.

I turned back to my wife, and her face was flushed, a happy smile gracing her lips. "I love you," I told her again. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" Every time I said it, my happiness blossomed larger.

Her finger was tender as she stroked my cheek. "I love mi Sirenita, my slut-wife, forever."

I smiled and kissed my wife again. Joy suffused every fiber of my being. Forever with my slut-wife serving our Master and Mistress. What more could a slut want?

Monday, July 15th - Jessica St. Pierre

"The plane's waiting at Thun Field to take you to the backup site," I told the Blackwood family.

"Yes," Cassie, the eighteen-year-old daughter, beamed as she bounced before her mother and father. The girl's honey-brown hair, held back in a ponytail, bounced and jiggled. "We'll take care of it for Them."

Cassie and her equally beautiful mother, Belinda, had been members of Master's naked jogging club. From what I gathered, when Master wasn't around, Belinda and her daughter were sluts to Oscar, the husband and father of the family. And it was clear he enjoyed having his wife and daughter serve him. He had readily agreed to serve Master and Mistress, even when it meant he had to take a lick of Sandy's cum-filled pussy to be bound to Master with the Zimmah spell. Like me and the other sluts, no nun or any other person could mentally dominate the trio and turn them against Master.

The gathered SWAT officers, survivors of the nun's attack on us, waited with their families by the cars. They had accepted Master's offer of serving him in exchange to have their families back and freedom from jail, and were now bound, too.

It really wasn't their fault they had tried to kill us all. The nuns had controlled them.

"Here is the information," I told the Blackwoods, handing an envelop to Oscar. "There is ten thousand in cash, the documents, power of attorneys that sign over control of the property to you in name of our Masters, and bank accounts for your pay and for any other resources you may need to acquire."

"Thanks," Oscar said. "Well make sure it's ready."

I smiled at them. "I hope it won't be too boring out there."

"I'm sure we'll find ways to stay entertained," laughed Cassie, pressing against her dad. "Maybe a few children. I'll be ovulating soon."

Oscar glanced at his daughter, and the pleased smile on his lips made me so wet. I had truly been warped by my time as a slut because that sounded so hot. I wanted to see Cassie swollen and pregnant with her dad's child.

"Plane is waiting," I said, my pussy hot. "Our Masters wish you well."

They said their farewell and headed to the vehicles, four of the bodyguard providing police escort out to Thun Field for them. I turned, squirming, my pussy on fire. I needed to find a slut as fast as possible.

I needed to cum. I wish my dad was alive; then he could breed me. Maybe I should pretend Master was my daddy. My pussy clenched even harder. I wish Master was here, but he was off giving speeches for his political campaign. And I really, really needed a hard cock.

Maybe I shouldn't have sent those SWAT officers away so soon. They were all muscular hunks. I liked them big and in uniform.

Brandon Fitzsimmons - Madison, WI

"And here is the dress that Mary Sullivan will be wearing when she weds Mark Glassner on Saturday," the woman on the Hollywood Reporter gushed as a picture of a wedding dress appeared on the screen.

I groaned, sitting up from my bed, rubbing my eyes. My stomach growled. I had fallen asleep in my motel room. Eating, sleeping, and shitting was all I had done. I was too afraid to leave my room. Housekeeping hadn't been in for a few days. I glanced at the small kitchenette and the half-eaten box of ramen. I had been living off of Cup O' Noodles and instant ramen for weeks.

I couldn't leave. Mark was hunting me. And I was so close to power. Professor Scrivener was working on my translation of the Magicks of the Book of Endor. I was greedy to get my hands on it. But I had to be patient. He wouldn't hand over any of it until he had his money.

And I didn't have that.

So I would wait for him to finish, and then I would get my hands on the translation one way or the other. Then everything would change. I would find the way to defeat Mark Glassner. He wouldn't be able to stand up to me. Not once I had my hands on that book.

It would change everything.

I would teach him not to fuck with me. I would get my wife back. My sweet Desiree would be mine again.

I fell back on the bed, ignoring the damned woman prattling on about Mark and Mary's wedding. It was so sickening that they were so famous now that the celebrity gossip shows followed them. They were in a countdown for the wedding of the gods.

Gods. My lips curled. "Like Mark Fucking Glassner could ever be a god."

Oh, I would show him. I would be such a god. I just had to survive a little bit longer.

And look to our Gods for a shining example of love. It is forever patient, forever kind. It is trusting and supportive. It unites and ties and binds whether two or a harem. Love is why we all are here. Nothing is more powerful than our Gods' love.

--The Twin Sermons 2:5-6

Saturday, July 20th, 2013 - Mark Glassner - Mount Rainier, WA

I breathed in deeply, inhaling the sweet scent of wildflowers as I stood on Paradise. July 20th had finally arrived.

The setting sun was warm and the breeze was cool, banishing the day's heat. The air was wonderfully fresh, perfect. Mount Rainier reared up impossibly huge this close to the peak, dominating the eastern sky. Even in summer, the top of Mount Rainier remained white and blue from its many glaciers. A small dome of clouds covered the top of the mountain.

They were the only clouds in the sky.

Butterflies swirled in my stomach as we all waited on Mary, my eyes drifting to her bridal tent. It was just like with my dream of Azrael. Only this was real.

I had never been so dressed up before. I wore a black tux, a purple bow tie choking my throat and a purple cummerbund cinched about my waist. The dress shoes pinched my toes. Mary chose purple to complement the flower arrangements.

Well, the wedding was always about the bride, not the groom.

My best man, Quatch, stood beside me. I hadn't seen much of my friends. I had been busy since I made my Pact. We managed to squeeze in one game of D&D the week before. My friends had paraded their sex slaves that night, thrilled to have their own sexy women to serve them this time. For today, Quatch had trimmed his beard and even gotten a haircut. The big guy looked almost handsome in his tux. I had never seen him in clothes that fit before. Beyond Quatch were my groomsmen: Chris, Tom, and Karl. All three wore matching tuxes, and the same unflattering bow ties and cummerbunds that I wore.

These four guys were my friends before I became famous.

I took a deep breath. It had been three weeks since the attack and no disasters had happened. No nuns had attacked us with armed men, no government agencies had raided my house, and no Lilith had tried to mess things up.

Most importantly, no one had died.

Memories of Chastity flashed through my mind. I glanced at the seats where the sluts sat, wishing Chastity was with them. The sluts looked beautiful in their dresses. Korina sat smiling in a green dress. Next to her, Violet and April were holding hands. Today, Violet wore a cute, pink dress and April a cloud-blue, frilly thing. Jessica looked stunning in a black, tight dress as she sat next to Lillian. She looked sexy as hell in an artfully-ripped, gauzy black dress. Xiu's large breasts were positively spilling out of the flowery, pink dress she wore. Alison and Desiree wore complementing purple dresses, their arms wrapped around each other. They both still beamed from their wedding last weekend.

What was taking Mary so long?

I stood before the crowd. All their eyes on me as we waited. I wanted to be married to Mary, ached for it. And these dress shoes were really pinching my toes while I sweated through my jacket. I kept glancing back to the bridal tent where Mary and her bridesmaids were gathered, wishing they would hurry up.

I was eager to see my sweet filly walking down the aisle in her beautiful dress.

I had already seen her in the dress. We spent an hour taking the wedding photos earlier today. More than a few of the gossip shows and tabloid rags had sent their paparazzi to photograph us in addition to our private pictures. Of course, Mary had looked stunning in her dress. It was snow-white with a lacy bodice which wrapped around her torso ending at the skirt. That was made of all these layers of ruffles that gave her skirt this bell shape. Her veil covered her whole head, draping across her shoulders and cleavage. She carried a bouquet of white and pink flowers, with a few purple flowers here and there for a splash of vibrancy. The same flowers lined the aisle on plinths and more petals were strewn across a white carpet that had been laid down over the field.

Our friends and families were seated on plastic, folding chairs. I had spent the last week talking to all our guests on the phone, making sure that there wouldn't be any issues. I gave them a few, simple commands: to find any sex that they might witness to be perfectly normal, to be open to having sex at the reception, and to not feel any jealousy if their spouse or significant other chose to indulge themselves. Oh, and to leave the children at home.

This was an adult wedding.

Once our guests returned home, they would return to their normal behavior and remember the wedding fondly. With Mary's family, I also had to prepare them for Tiffany's return, especially since she now looked eighteen. Our bodyguards, led by 51, searched all of our guests and the staff for any weapons, just in case a nun had gotten to them. There were a still a few out there, maybe five left in the whole world, but that was enough to cause plenty of mischief. And I wouldn't have this special day ruined.

"What is taking so long?" I muttered.

"She has to be perfect, man," Quatch said. "Relax."

I looked again, sweeping over the crowd. Mary's side was far more crowded than mine. It turned out, she had quite the extended family. With a number of aunts, uncles, and cousins, and both sets of grandparents. Her father alone had five brothers and sisters all of whom had kids. And a number of those female cousins were quite the lookers. I was excited to get to know a few of them more intimately during the reception. On top of that, Mary had a lot of friends from high school who showed up.

My side had my dad's brother, Uncle Aaron, his wife Dee, and their two kids, Aaron Jr. and Laura. Next to Laura was her husband. I knew they just had a child named Astrid, left at home with a babysitter. My mom's family consisted of my grandma, my fat Aunt Toni and her sons, Ray and Bobby. We seated the sluts on my side to make it look a little less one-sided, along with Cynthia and Vivian, who were at Mary's coffee shop when I walked in and used my new powers. We had a hot foursome that morning.

And Vivian was carrying my child, so that made her practically family.

I caught Tiffany's eyes and looked away. Anger surged in me. I still hadn't forgiven Mary's mother for getting Chastity and six of my bodyguards killed. Mary and I had a huge fight when she wanted me to go to her parents' second wedding last week. Mary may have forgiven her mother, but I doubt I ever could.

Chasity was dead because of her.

"Fuck," I muttered, my anger with Tiffany making the waiting even more unbearable. These damned shoes really pinched. "What is taking so long?"

I had to calm down. I needed something to relieve my stress. Or someone.

Mary Sullivan

I was freaking out.

"Where's my locket?" I asked as I grabbed at my throat for the third time, desperately feeling for the gold chain. I knew that it wasn't there, I had already felt twice, but rational thoughts like that were hard to hang onto when you were in a panic.

Somehow, my locket had slipped off from around my neck. It was heart-shaped, made of silver, with a pink rose sculpted onto the front. I couldn't lose it. Mark gave it to me that first day he claimed me while we were romping through the mall. For the last fifteen minutes, my bridesmaids and I had been tearing the bridal tent apart trying to find it. I needed it.

I couldn't leave the tent and walk down the aisle without it.

My older sister Shannon was digging through a box while Antsy and Missy were searching the floor of the bridal tent. I needed to stay calm. If I started crying, my mascara would run, and I would look like a frightful mess on my wedding day.

"Please, please, please!" I begged over and over, fighting back the tears.

"Here it is!" Alice shouted in triumph. I sighed in relief as my maid of honor held up the silver locket. "It fell behind the chair."

After I healed Alice a few weeks ago, she had talked with her husband, Dean. She confessed her adultery to him. "I felt so guilty that I had been such a bad wife while Dean was being all attentive and loving since I got hurt," Alice had later told me. "I just wanted to drive him away so I could wallow in my misery. Only, when I told him that I cheated on him, he was hurt, but he didn't leave. For the first time, since, well, since forever, I guess, we talked. And it was nice."

They were in marriage counseling now, trying to work through their problems.

The news of Alice's healing spread through the hospital and soon it was all over the news along with Mark curing Xiu and half the bodyguards that were still in the hospital. It garnered more attention for us, more talk shows, more interviews, more chances to educate the people of the world on what mattered.

And something wonderful had come of it. An idea that Mark had. For the last two Thursdays, Mark and I have been healing the sick at Good Sam Hospital. It was nice to finally do something helpful and selfless with our powers.

"Thank you," I breathed as Alice handed me the locket.

I put it around my neck and secured the clasp. I do not know how it fell off my neck, the clasp seemed to be just fine. I was so relieved to feel it dangling between my breasts again that I didn't care why it had fallen off. I had it back. I was ready now.

I lowered my veil and took a deep breath. "Okay, let's get this started. We've held them up enough, right?"

Missy popped her head out the tent flap then ducked back in, smiling. "Um, maybe in a few minutes, Mary."

I frowned and wondered what Mark was doing? Then an amused smile crossed my lips. No, I should be wondering who Mark was doing. I considered the candidates. One of the sluts, maybe? Or was it Rose Cunningham, who was officiating our wedding? Or maybe his mother, Sandy? Certainly not my mom. Mark was still angry with her over Chastity's death.

I missed Chastity, too, but my mom was used by the angels. And she felt so guilty over all the deaths she caused.

I moved to the flap, Missy holding it aside, eager to see who my groom was fucking on our wedding day. Mark and I had such a wicked relationship.

Mark Glassner

The best way to relieve anger was to fuck.

And I needed to fuck. I needed to calm down. This was my wedding day. I wouldn't get married to Mary while angry at her mother. I glanced around. Who should I grab? The sluts? Any one of them would be eager to be bent over the altar and...

My gaze stopped at Rose Cunningham. As one of our two high priestesses, she was officiating our wedding. The eighteen-year-old hottie wore a simple, black dress, that was very low-cut. I found myself admiring her cleavage. She had a nice, round pair of breasts that filled out the bodice.

Rose saw my stare and flushed happily, her hand playing with the end of her long, golden braid.

"Are you wearing panties?" I asked Rose.

The barely legal slut beamed at me. "Of course not, my Lord. I follow all the teachings." Rose's fingers pulled up the hem of her skirt, exposing her blonde bush to me and the wedding guests. "Panties should only be worn to excite your lover or when your period is upon you. Otherwise, a pussy should be free and ready to be entered," Rose quoted.

I had modified my original command. I hadn't considered periods.

"You definitely look ready to be entered," I smiled, seeing the sunlight glistening on the dew gathered on blonde curls.

"I always am around you, my Lord," she breathed.

"Then bend that cute ass over the altar. I have some pent-up energy to release."

"Yes, my Lord." Rose bent over the altar, holding her skirt up, exposing her tight, young ass. "I am ready for my Lord's pleasure."

"Jesus," Quatch muttered, earning a glare from Rose. "Wish I was a God."

I grinned at Quatch as I moved behind Rose and unbuttoned my pants. The audience was growing restless as the wait for Mary dragged on, and no one objected to what I was doing, thanks to my commands. A few watched with interest. Alison gave me a thumbs up before kissing her new wife, Desiree, hard, passionate.

Alison was insatiable.

"Oh, my God!" Rose moaned as I entered her tight pussy. She was so wet and juicy.

I shuddered, my back arching, looking around at the crowd as I fucked the slut on my wedding day while waiting on my lovely bride. I caught Rose's sister-wife Daisy's envious face as she watched her twin getting fucked.

Daisy and Rose drew straws to see who would get to officiate our wedding, and Daisy was clearly disappointed that she lost.

Rose moaned, "Fuck me, my Lord! Oh, fuck my juicy cunt!"

"Such a juicy cunt," I groaned. "Wet and ready to take her God's cock."

"Always, my Lord!"

I pounded her tight cunt hard and fast. I savored how tight she was. How willing she was. Daisy and Rose worshiped us because they knew we were better than normal humans. Mary and I were special. We had powers. We would change the world together.

My balls ached and swung as I fucked her tight cunt, the friction rushing through me. I grabbed her blonde braid and pulled her head back. Her pussy clenched as I stared at her face in profile, her eyes closed tight with pleasure, her mouth open wide as she moaned and panted.

"Scream out how much you love my cock, slut," I snarled, my anger flowing out of me with every stroke of my hips, absorbed by her tight snatch.

"I love it so much," moaned Rose. "It is the best cock in the world. Divine! Every woman should yearn for this dick. It will give them such pleasure. Every woman in the world should spread their thighs and pray for your embrace."

"Yes," I groaned, loving her words as I savored her tight, juicy cunt.

My dick throbbed in her depths. The pressure built in my balls. I growled as I saw movement at the bridal tent. Missy popped her head out for a moment, and I caught a glimpse of her mischievous smile before she ducked back in.

Then I saw the flap move again, someone else peeking out. My naughty filly.

I yanked hard on Rose's braid as I slammed into her cunt hard and fast. My balls smacked into her clit. Her juices flooded out of her. She was dripping wet as she moaned and bucked back into me. All these people watching, envious. I had such power.

"Yes, yes! Fuck my naughty pussy!" Rose was screaming. "Oh, yes! I love your cock, my Lord. Your big, hard cock is making my unworthy cunt feel so good! I'm gonna cum, my Lord!"

"Do it," I growled "Let me feel that eighteen-year-old snatch spasm on my dick. Milk out every drop of my cum!"

"Yes, my Lord!"

Rose's back arched as she came, her hips slamming back into me. I enjoyed the silky grip of her cunt milking my cock. Her flesh writhed about my dick. The friction increased. My back arched. So much pleasure shuddered through me as she begged me for my cum, eager to be flooded by all my jizz.

I groaned, my balls boiling. I thrust harder into her barely legal pussy, gripping her slim hips. I drove my cock rapidly in and out of her. My balls boiled over with lust. I grit my teeth and slammed into her.

My cock erupted.

I filled her young cunt full of my cum. Every pulse sent wonderful delight rushing through me. I groaned, savoring it. I loved cumming. There was nothing better than my dick spurting and the pleasure hammering me.

"Yes," I groaned. "Yes, I needed that."

"I'm so glad to serve you with my cunt, my Lord," Rose moaned, wiggling her hips as my cock softened.

I pulled out of Rose. She smoothed her skirt back down her ass, a happy smile painted on her face. I fastened up and turned to the bridal tent. The bridal party was spilling out of the tent. It looked like Mary was ready to walk down the aisle.

The band started playing. Two of Mary's cousins--a pair of fraternal, eighteen-year-old twins named Matti and Drew--walked the aisle. They were the flower girl and ring bearer, respectively. They were older than normal, but no children were allowed at this wedding. Matti looked so cute as she walked forward, her dress cut low to show off her budding breasts. She sprinkled flowers on the aisle with a dignified air, trying to act older than eighteen. Drew tried to walk with a stately pace as he held the pillow with the wedding bands, but it was ruined by his lanky, gangly body.

They were followed by Alice, Shannon, Missy, and Antsy. They all looked beautiful in their bridesmaid's dresses. Particularly Shannon and Missy. Their red hair made quite a splash against the cream dresses. Alice looked at me, and for the first time there wasn't jealousy in those eyes.

I was also relieved that she didn't pull out a gun when she reached the altar.

She took her place as Mary's maid of honor, with Shannon, Missy, and Antsy lining up beside her. Missy flashed me a naughty grin and gave me a thumbs up. My sister Antsy winked at me and mouthed, "Horndog."

I grinned back at her.

And then the traditional wedding march played and everyone "Oohhed" and "Aahhed" when Mary stepped out of the bridal tent.

My heart almost stopped.

I had seen her in the dress just a few hours ago as we posed for photos, but this was different. Now she was my bride walking down the aisle to marry me. Her emerald eyes found mine through her thin veil, and the smile that covered her face was breathtaking, producing the delightful dimples in her cheeks. Clutched in her hands was a bouquet of beautiful flowers, white and pink with a few purple flowers for a splash of brilliant color. Sean, her father, took her arm, and they walked slowly up the aisle. The setting sun lit Mary's dress with an orange hue and, for a moment, she looked like an angel aglow with radiant power.

I forgot how to breathe in the eternity it took for her to walk down the aisle.

"Take care of my daughter," Sean said when they reached me, extending his hand.

"I will, sir," I said, our hands shaking, his grip firm.

Sean handed Mary off to me. Alice held Mary's bouquet as I took my fiancee's hands. They were soft and gentle. I squeezed them as her flowery perfume filled my nose and left me feeling light-headed. We stared into each other's eyes as Rose began her marriage ceremony. Mary's eyes were deep green and full of love.

I could happily stare into them forever.

Rose gave a sermon on the importance of love and the beauty of two people sharing their lives together, the words rolling through my mind. I couldn't grasp them, too focused on my fiancee. But I did notice that Rose didn't sound nervous at all considering she was marrying her Gods.

"Rose's first sermon was even more passionate," Mary whispered quietly as Rose preached. "Such a screamer."

I smiled. "I got bored."

"That's my horny stallion." Mary giggled silently, trying not to let her body shake too much. "Sorry for the holdup. I thought I lost my locket." My eyes glanced down to the silver, heart-shaped locket nestled in her beautiful cleavage. I gave it to her on our first day together.

"I'm just so happy to marry you," I answered. "I would have suffered hours of delays."

She smiled warmly at me, and I couldn't help but smile back at my beautiful bride.

Rose's sermon went on for about ten more minutes before finally reaching the important part. "Our Gods have written their own vows," Rose stated as Quatch passed us the wedding bands. They were simple, golden bands. Inscribed on the inside of each ring was one simple word: "Forever."

I took Mary's hand and placed the ring just at the tip of her finger. Mary took a deep breath, tears brimming in her eyes as she spoke: "Mark, you changed my life the day you walked into my work. You captured my heart and loved me enough to set me free. And I loved you enough to come back. I want to be with you every day of our lives. The good days and the bad. Forever at your side."

My hand trembled as I slid the wedding band all the way onto her finger up against her engagement ring, the black, smoky diamond shining with reflected sunlight, both dark and bright at the same time.

Mary took my wedding band and held my hand, smiling expectantly at me. "That was beautiful, Mare."

She blushed beneath her veil, tears brimming in her beautiful eyes.

I grinned at her, continuing my vows, "I was captivated the moment I saw you the day I walked into your work. I never thought I would meet someone who could love me with all her heart the way you have. You are all I will ever need. From now, until the end of time. You are all I need, my love."

Mary was crying and smiling as she slid my wedding band onto my finger. A tremble went through me as the ring slipped over the last knuckle, sealing me to her.

"By the powers invested in me by my Gods and the State of Washington," Rose announced, her voice breathy with excitement, "I now pronounce my Gods man and wife."

Everyone clapped at Rose's pronouncement. My hands trembled as I lifted my wife's veil ever so gently. Her lips quivered as we stared at one another, and then my arms wrapped around her slim body and pulled her to me.

Our lips met and time seemed to stop.

Everything faded away as I kissed my wife and felt her body pressed to me. Her lips tasted sweet, and my nose was filled with the heady scent of her flowery perfume and the faint, coconut smell of her shampoo. Her soft hand stroked my cheek. Her dress was silky smooth beneath my hand. Fire beat in my heart. I held the kiss for as long as I could, my lungs burning with air, her lips moving with mine.

And then, at an unspoken agreement, we broke our first kiss as man and wife.

We breathlessly turned to face our families and friends. Everyone was standing, applauding, sharing in our joy. I had a foolish grin on my lip as I stared at them, my bride at my side, the flavor of her lips lingering on mine.

"Mark," Mary whispered. "Let me take your arm."

"Right," I said, still a little dazed from the kiss.

I held out my arm and Mary hooked her around it. We walked slowly down the aisle, passed the grinning men and the teary-eyed women. They showered us with rice, the kernels falling about us, getting stuck in our hair and sliding down the front and back of my shirt. Mary laughed as they tumbled through her veil and auburn hair.

We were married.

And the world rejoiced as the Living Gods united their love in matrimony.

--The Gospel of April 33:75

Mary Glassner

At the end of the red carpet, our guests still cheering behind us, waited a white Rolls Royce limousine. My eyes widened at it. I had no idea we would drive in such style. It was clearly old, from the thirties, maybe, and so elegant. Leah waited for us, opening the door as we reached it. She was wearing a more conservative chauffeur's outfit than usual.

Tears shown in her hazel eyes. She murmured, "I'm so happy for you, my Gods."

I stroked her face, remembering the wild weekend I had shared with Mark, Leah, and Rachel in New York. Then I bent forward and kissed our chauffeur gently on the lips. She moaned in delight, trembling. Then I slipped into the limo. Mark helped to gather my skirt before he slid in beside me.

"You are so beautiful," my new husband told me. He snuggled up to me and kissed my smiling lips--I couldn't help it; I was married now. Mrs. Mark Glassner.

I shuddered, savoring that thought as Mark's hand slid up the side of her dress to gently squeeze my breast through the lacy bodice. My nipple tingled as he stroked the hard nub through the cloth, making my pussy grow so hot between my thighs while Mark's lips claimed mine.

"It's only a five minute drive to the lodge," I protested between his kisses. We were holding our reception at the nearby Paradise Lodge. As Mark groped my breast, his other hand was busy lifting up my skirt. "You'll ruin my dress."

"That's sounds fun," he grinned as his hand found my stocking-covered thigh and slid up my leg.

"Mark," I groaned, my protest growing weaker as his hand climbed nearer and nearer. "Mmm, Mark," I purred as he discovered my satin panties.

He rubbed at my crotch, stroking up and down my slit, pressing the material against my freshly waxed pussy. I shuddered, my toes curling in my shoes at his touch. My juices flowed, soaking into the gusset of my panties.

He had to feel how wet I was right now.

"My horny stallion," I panted, kissing him back as he stirred me up. His lips were so strong. I loved kissing my husband as he pressed me back against the seat. "You're going to make a mess of my hair, too."

"I don't care," Mark groaned. His fingers found the elastic band of my panties and pulled them down my hips.

"Mmm, I don't either," I panted as I lifted my hips. The panties rolled down my thighs, giving him free access to my wet pussy. He touched me, and I shuddered, begging, "Make love to me, husband."

"My bride," he groaned as the limo stopped.

We had arrived at the lodge. But I didn't care. I was horny and married. Our guests could wait while I made love to my husband. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Leah turn to watch us, her smiling face framed by her bleached-blonde hair.

I bet her fingers would be busy.

Mark's hand fumbled at the zipper of his slacks. It rasped down and my hand shot out, diving into his fly. I tugged down his boxers and found his cock. My husband's cock. I shuddered, wrapping my fingers around it and fishing out his dick.

"I need this in me," I purred as I leaned back on the limo's bench seat. "I need my husband in me."

"Yes," Mark groaned, his hands pushing up my skirt and petticoats. Silk rustled. A pile of cloth bunched around my waist, almost hiding Mark from my sight as he settled between my thighs.

Then he rose over me, moving in. His cock nudged my thigh, sliding down to my waiting pussy. He looked so handsome in his tux as he loomed over me, his eyes burning with intensity. He planted his hands on either side of me on the seat as his dick found my pussy.

"I love you," I moaned as his cock slid into my pussy. I shuddered as his girth slid deeper into me. "My horny stallion!"

"Yes," he groaned, pleasure crossing his face as he sank into my wet, tight cunt. "I love you, my sweet filly!"

Mark pounded me hard. There was no time for foreplay. We were both too horny, too eager to consummate our wedding. Besides, our guests were waiting. His shaft stabbed deep and hard into me, my hot cunt clenching on him as his balls smacked into my taint.

Heavy with his cum.

My skirt rustled as I locked my stocking-clad thighs about his hip, holding onto him tight, bucking up into his thrusts. Our flesh smacked together so wonderfully. I bit my lip, pleasure rustling through my body as I stared up into my groom's eyes.

They were hungry with passion.

"Fuck me! Fuck me hard, stud!" I gasped.

"Yes, yes, yes," Mark grunted, thrusting, the limo rocking as he pounded me.

He was so passionate, so excited. We had finally consummated our wedding. We were united. Warlocks, Gods, and Spouses. Our souls were chained together by lust, love, and the darkest of magics.

My hips undulated, humping, working my pussy up and down his dick as he plunged into me. My clit ached, grinding into his pubic bone. I moaned and gasped. They had to hear me outside the limo. Through the window over Mark's shoulder, I could see our guests arriving. I spotted amused smiles on their faces. They all knew what was going on in the limo.​